Jun 6, 2007 2:04am
Re: Unbroken Chain
Hiya Rob...just a footnote to say thanks for this thread...I love reading this kind of stuff...one of the reasons I like hangin out here...thought you might like this if you haven't seen it already...
I've always been intrigued by this song and Robert M. Peterson...I don't know much about him other than this from David Dodd's site...
< Robert M. Petersen contributed three lyrics to the Grateful Dead: "New Potato Caboose," "Unbroken Chain," and "Pride of Cucamonga."
Born in 1936 in Klamath Falls, Oregon. Died 1987.
The flyleaf of his volume of collected poems, Alleys of the Heart", states that "in the 50's he hopped the freights, played jazz saxophone and attended San Mateo College in California."
He also served time: the collection of poems entitled "Blue Petre and Other Poems" bears the note, "Deuel Vocational Institution, 1963-1964." Indeed, if you want biographical information on Petersen, you should examine his poetry.
And within the poems themselves is the story of a life lived determinedly on the road, courting the down-and-out muse of all the Beat poets. There is quite a bit of poetry about the Grateful Dead, most notably the poem "Fern Rock." He characterizes the band as "they of visionary song / plumbing the deepest channels..." >
I haven't come across any of his poetry but I'd be grateful for any further insights or info.
Blue light rain, whoa unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane.
Listening for the secret, searching for the sound
But I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds.
Willow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder why,
They say love your brother, but you will catch it when you try.
Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss,
Ride you out on a cold railroad and nail you to a cross.
November and more, as I wait for the score,
They're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door.
A slow winder day a night like forever,
Sink like a stone, float like a feather.
Lilac rain, unbroken chain, song of the saw-whet owl.
Out on the mountain, it'll drive you insane, listening to the winds howl
Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls, unbroken chain of shy and sea.
Unbroken chain of the western wind, unbroken chain of you and me.